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[ballzaretouchin]

[Hello and welcome to Father's Day.

Those of you with dead dads will find yourselves stuck with lovely gold stars. The rest of you with living ones are shafted with the almost as nice but really, not at all, silver variety.

Of course, if you are someone's dead dad, you can settle for a pony. Aren't stickers fun?]

((this computer still sucks but

Comments

[easybreezyidiot]

[silver star :|]

Seriously...?

((this is placeholderish until I get home))

[runstowardsfire]

Not really--not any more. They still drown witches on the Plains.

[easybreezyidiot]

That's... creepy.

[runstowardsfire]

[Yes, anti-witch sentiments are pretty creepy back at home.]

A real witch wouldn't let herself get killed so easily. It's mostly old women who talk to their cats who get accused of being witches. Or anyone who's just a little bit smarter than the others.

[easybreezyidiot]

Then it's creepy and sad.

[runstowardsfire]

It's mostly about people not thinking for themselves and becoming a mob.

[easybreezyidiot]

Right.

[runstowardsfire]

People don't like changes or others being different from them.

[easybreezyidiot]

Ain't that the truth.

[runstowardsfire]

Personal experience?

[easybreezyidiot]

Yeah, of course.

[runstowardsfire]

Because you could suddenly run faster?

[easybreezyidiot]

Well, not exactly. A mutant kid accidentally killed one of his normal friends and it started a mob of kids who tried to hang him in exchange for some food. They started a hate group and caused a lot of trouble for a while.

[runstowardsfire]

[mob mentality, eugh]

. . . That's how it usually starts. People have to find someone to blame.

[easybreezyidiot]

[crossing her arms]

Well. Most of the kids who were real serious about it are dead now. No worries.

[runstowardsfire]

They were killed?